A Love poem to his lady
from a man's man.
Jude Kyrie

There's a songbird in my heart.
No one knows she is there.
She is beautiful and so delicate.
I can hear her singing sometimes.
She wants to come out of me
To let everyone see and hear her.
But I keep her imprisoned,

She is my private songbird.
|If I let others see her
I would lose respect and power.
I would lose deals.

People can see only
the worldly tough old me.
The one who doesn't
take wooden nickels.
The one who never cries.
The one with a
Missouri, show me, attitude.

But then sometimes
When the night is blue and long
And in the quiet, you are lay by me,
So beautiful And full of softness.
The moonlight framing your lovely face
I let her out
Just for you to hear her.
She changes the glow of the starlight
that outlines your body
and frames your hair like a halo.
She softens my voice
Almost to a whisper,
I say things to you that
I would never say
I whisper stupid things.
That the tough old me
would never say.

Like you are
the most beautiful thing in my life.
And I love you beyond life honey.
Tears of happiness well in my eyes
She makes me so gentle and loving.
It must be some kind of songbird trick

But then as the morning dawns sunlight
into our bedroom window.
I put my songbird in her cage again.
And get ready to face
the garish rude world
for just one more day.